This is a blog Diary for an aging Goth, someone who is into the dark side of things. This Diary is about how I grew up

Friday, November 15, 2013

Of dogs, gardens, unions and moving~~~~~

Good Morning Darklings,

A chilly nippy morning it is, even though the sun has come out to dry off the very wet dew. Both Wiener Dog and Belladonna are wearing sweaters, yes Sis has bought for Wiener a complement of sweaters, coats, rain coats and a t-shirt for the little guy. No one has claimed him or asked for him, we've checked back with the Cemetery office, various shelters, the Vet and nothing.

Sis took Wiener in for anothe check up and he's fit as a fiddle and he's about 6 months old, no microchip either, so Sis went the whole route, microchipping, other shots, nails trimmed, bought the right stuff for flea treatment, but he's fine right now, more food, and his own toys but he seems to like his blue wiener dog toy, he even takes it away from Belladonna if she should get too close, I've seen them sleep together under the throw blanket.

With two dogs in the house we've had to purchase throws for the chairs and couches, then they can be whisked off for guests and parties. But it will help preserve the fabric, I was concerned about Wiener's chewing habits but he seems to be very good about that, and with Belladonna's encouragment, he understands the signals to go out and do his duty.

My Gardener has finished re-enforceing the fence and it would be very hard for him to dig out and it prevents any run off of soil. My contractor has put in the cement paths where the garden gates would be but has suggested that since my garden is so deep and the dogs are so small to install fencing with gates to separate the garden into sections, this way I can keep the dogs in my sight and prevent them from getting into an area where I can't see them. His suggestion makes sense, currently Doyle has set up moveable metal fencing around the area that I refer to as a patio and it's very easy for anyone to clean up, so I think I'll select some period looking fencing with a gate and I think an archway to separate it from the rest of the garden. I could even plant a climbing rose bush like "Cicel Brunner" to cover it.

And it's strange the other night when I mentioned it to Sis she became excited and showed me a photograph taken many years ago of the back of the house and it shows a wooden fence and a wooden covered gateway between the main garden and the patio area from the 1920's, some how over the years it must have deteriorated and was removed, but this time it will be metal. I showed this to Doyle and he said that we should check out Urban Ore and Omega Salvage, we could find what we're looking for there.

More planning, more design.

Last night on the news we heard that the BART Strike problem is not over, although the BART trains are running, it seems that there is a problem in one of the area's of negotiations and management may want to go back to the bargaining table, the union has said if they do, they will strike. Oh Wonderful!!! Right at the beginning of the holiday shopping season!

I've come to the conclusion that I really do hope that a law passes where transit unions cannot strike, because this is stupid, and economically harmful. The Union will lose if this goes to the state capital.

At one time Unions were good in protecting workers rights, but now they've become greedy, one Union forced a situation where a large baking corperation had to close down and sell off its assests because the Union would not be reasonable, this put 2 thousand people out of work, Hostess cup cakes and Twinkies disappeared, as well as Home Pride Bread. Well another company bought the cup cake and twinkie francise, and another is making Home Pride but that new bread does not taste the same, and even Twinkies (which I really can't stand) is not around like it use to be.

It appears this is what Unions are doing, taking everything to the brink to see if the owners or managers will blink, but what happens, the owners close up shop, sell everything and everyone is out of work. Everyone loses, if my Father was alive and he was a Union man, he would have been horrified at what the Unions are doing now, and they are NOT for the workers.

Well I'm done with that rant, Louise is ready and we're going back to her new place to see how things are going, her friend says its ready to be moved in and will give Louise two weeks free rent, and start it on Dec. 1st for her, because she knows she'll be a good tennant. So to read and sign the contract, take a measurement of the floor spaces and then to go and buy some things, first thing is a bed and matteress, I'll be loaning her a card table and chairs so she'll have a place to sit and eat, I'm using Doyles van, he's using my car so that way we'll have plenty of space to carry things. And we'll go to the storage unit that has the funrniture that neither I nor Sis want to see if there is anything Louise can use. So much to do, so little Daylight to do it in and we still need to get some serious coffee in us.

1 comment:

My father in law was the business agent for the local painters & glaziers union here in town for many, many years (retired now for quite a while). But even he is often dismayed at what (all) the unions have come to represent. Hope Louise's move goes smoothly.

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About Me

I am an aging Goth, this blog is a diary about how I grew up as an aging goth in the late 1950's, 60's and 70's before being Goth became Kool or whatever it's called now. I'm in my 60's having been born when UFO's crashed into Roswell, New Mexico. If that isn't auspiscious then I don't know what is. I'm going to post my thoughts about a style of Goth that I don't see around here, what I call the Art Deco, Retro aka Corporate Goth. It's not going to be difinitive because I'll be talking about it from an Elderly point of view.
I'll also be posting about what is currently happening in my life, my interest's and strange things.
This blog is not going to be politically correct, I'll get mad and fed up with things, I simply will not put up with foolishness. So if you don't like what I say, that's too bad, you've been warned.